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Chapter 54: You are not politically correct

In a closed conference room, a fat Italian man wore a pair of fancy underwear and started a traditional Sicilian dance on the conference table.

The plump butt was swaying, and it looked like he was obviously enjoying it.

"He doesn't seem very strong?"

Ender was communicating with Angers. The magic he had just used was to charm humans. Logically speaking, hybrids would not be charmed by magic as long as they were prepared.

"The one with higher bloodline in the Gattuso family is responsible for reproduction, so the members who manage things naturally..."

For a mixed-race family with a weak foundation, Gattuso longed for more power, so those high-blooded members became out-and-out stallions, working hard to sow seeds every day, including the Gattuso family.

The head of the household.

And those with mediocre bloodlines or those who are too old to have children can only be responsible for some family chores, such as holding a secret party meeting on behalf of the busy sowing head.

"Mr. Lu, you are going too far."

A middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes looked at Ander. He frowned and was very dissatisfied with Ender's behavior.

"I hate racial discrimination, especially racial discrimination against me."

Ender admired the eye-catching dance on the conference table. After experiencing the baptism of bullets and bullets over the years, he became much calmer. In the past, this fat man from the Gattuso family would have gone skinny-dipping in the nearby river.

Look around, the British, French, Italians, Swedes...

These secret party elders are all cut out of the same mold, white, male, with a conservative air.

In the words of later generations, the leadership of the secret party was very unethical. There were no people of color, no women, just a group of old white men who were old-fashioned and unreliable.

The atmosphere in Europe is not as open as that of later generations. As a European organization, it is normal for the Secret Party to have such a leader, but this is different from Angers' future vision and is not in Ender's interests.

"Okay, okay, stop it, it's too ugly."

Under Ender's control, the representative of the Gattuso family climbed off the conference table, got dressed neatly, and returned to his chair.

The next moment, Ender lifted the magic, and the obese man slumped on the chair, breathing heavily. As a mixed race, he had neglected to exercise for many years and was very tired from the actions just now.

"Nothing happened just now, right?"

Ender's voice sounded, giving several people a step up. Several people in the conference room looked at each other and nodded stiffly.

Although the Gattuso family is the richest among these families, most people in the secret party now feel that they are just a bunch of nouveau riche who have made a fortune in war, and naturally they are unwilling to stand up for them.

What's more, there are only people from the Presbyterian Church in the conference room. As long as they don't say anything, who knows what is going on.

The fat man took out his handkerchief and wiped his sweat, raised a trembling hand and said tremblingly:

"I support Mr. Luander joining the Presbyterian Church."

In fact, for the Gattuso family, they have no intention of stopping Ender from joining, and they have no ability to stop it, but they must make some gestures to give this new member a show of strength.

But it was obvious that the Gattuso family's power was neutralized by Ander in a more violent way before they could use it. Ender never played chess with others, he preferred to smash the chessboard.

"That's right."

Ender looked at the reactions of several people and nodded with satisfaction.

Soon Ender became a member of the Camarilla Presbyterian Church. The Presbyterian Church dared to oppose Angers largely because Angers cared about the Camarilla and the organization he had dedicated his life to.

But Ender was different. He was brought here. If the Elders dared to fight against him, he would let these people taste the taste of turning into stone statues.

The meeting ended quickly. Perhaps they were frightened by Ender's actions. The hybrids emphasized the law of the jungle more than ordinary humans. They naturally responded to the requests of a strong man like Ender, and passed Ender's proposal without hesitation.

"Decision on Prohibiting Mixed Races from Traveling to the Northern Dynasties".

"Then what if a hybrid sneaks into the Northern Dynasty?"

A secret elder asked.

"You have to know that there are also hybrids in China. I don't let you participate in the war to protect you."

"As for those who sneak in, the Chinese hybrids will give them a bloody lesson."

It's not like Ender has done nothing in recent years. Dragonborn with his bloodline now occupy a large proportion among the hybrids in China. The machine guns and cannons combined with magic are enough to blow the heads of all hybrids.

In fact, most people in the secret party were not very interested in the war in the Northern Dynasties. Now that Europe had just recovered and everything was waiting for improvement, everyone was focused on making money and had no interest in sending family members to participate in any war.

After the meeting, most of the elders of the secret party left the venue directly. The fat man from the Gattuso family ran the fastest, as if Ender was a man-eating dragon.

It's a pity that only the worst brass dragons will eat intelligent creatures, and Ender is an out-and-out good dragon.

But another man walked straight towards Ender. He had a square face and short blond hair. He looked very capable.

"Hello, Mr. Ender, I am Beowulf."

He stretched out his right hand. This man's right hand was very rough, and white scales could be vaguely seen on the back of the hand.

Ender held his hand, and a surge of power came from him. Ender calmly blessed himself with a dragon power spell.

The Beowulf family is a Nordic dragon-slaying family. They are a group of madmen whose brains have been destroyed by dragon blood. They will feed their babies a dragon blood crystal. If the baby can survive the poison of dragon blood, then he

Will be the next Beowulf.

This inheritance mechanism based on flesh and blood ensures Beowulf's combat effectiveness, but it also prevents them from developing.

Naturally, the power of the fake dragon cannot beat the real dragon. Ender and Beowulf were in a stalemate for a while, and Beowulf's face turned from white to red. He found that he could not beat Ander in terms of strength.

"Your strength is amazing, please forgive me for my offense."

Seeing that he was at a disadvantage, Beowulf took the initiative to admit defeat. Ender maintained a polite smile and let go of his already purple hand.

"Is there a problem?"

Beowulf lowered his posture and saluted Ender.

"My child is about to be born. You must also know the tradition of the Beowulf family. Angers told me that you can solve the problem of the blood limit."

"Then you still attack me?"

"I have to make sure you have enough strength."

Ender was speechless by Beowulf's logic. As expected of a famous family of lunatics, this style of preface and follow-up is indeed crazy.

As for solving the problem of the blood limit, Ender's solution is very simple, just transform the opponent into a Dragonborn.

In this way, the next generation of the Beowulf family will become Ender's dependents. Thinking of this, Ender showed a very friendly smile.

"To solve this problem, you have found the right person..."


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